Room With a View

The first thing I see when I wake up is this:

My room has a tiny verandah with a view of the small village neighboring our apartment building.

Most of the people living here are construction workers who help build some of Delhi's numerous flyovers and high-rises. When I go out on my verandah, there's a whole life drama unfolding before my eyes. I hear people singing, I've seen a fuzzy white dog chasing mice on the roof, a man stitching his pants while smiling shyly at a girl passing by, an old lady who sits in the sun and eats oranges...and at night, Hindi music playing softly from a transistor radio.